Sporadic
The eternal struggle within.Light bending around the darkness.
The straight and narrow path,
a blade of cold steel.
Crashing waves against the cliff face.
Flames dance on this thrashing ocean.
My flailing carcass cut by the brink.
My soul flies through the sky.
The warm sun fueling my life
and the endless limits promoting change.
Night is immanent.
Day is rare.
Chains tear my body to pieces
and my caustic tears dissolve the remains.
The checkered pattern
of my splattered blood
mesmerizes the conscious.
Rain drowns the despair
and cleanses my existence.
The ever changing reality
is the simple truth.
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